He walks alone, he shouts at the sea
Mermaid. You there? Can you hear me?
He talks to the wind. He talks to the water
as he sees the sun and dreams of her daughter.
He watches tones, he whispers his plea.
Mermaid? My bad. Can you hear me?
He touches the tide, he touches commotion
and he feels at home, he dreams by the ocean.
this is your life chuck johnson 